Marc shook his head as a signal of no, only to find his damp hair a trocious. He shook, much like a dog might with fingers rufflinf through his red and black.
Thankfully, his tail went untouched tucked up under the back of his shirt. "I'm okay." Though as he loked down, Marc boticed he tracked in a little mess behind him. Raindrops and dirt. "Oops... Sorry."